“Rise and shine, it's time to start your day and get ready for school,” mom softly utters as she gently massages my back to wake me up.
Reluctantly, I shift to my side and meet my mom's gaze, murmuring, “I really don't want to go to school today, mom. I'm not feeling well.”
Concern etched on her face, mom places the back of her hand on my forehead and asks, “What's the matter, sweetheart? You don't have a fever.”
Tears welling up in my eyes, I confess, “My stomach is aching, and I have a bad feeling about today.”
“Honey, everything will be ok, I promise,” Mom whispers as she kisses me on the forehead. “Now get up, birthday girl. I made your favorite breakfast of blueberry and banana crepes, along with french vanilla coffee.”
Just the thought of food makes my stomach grumble, causing me to squeak before we both start laughing.
“Looks like your stomach agrees. Now up with you,” mom demands with a laugh while standing up and heading out of my room.
Groaning, I glance at the clock and realize that it's only six thirty in the morning, causing me to huff while tossing my blankets off and getting out of bed. Before stomping to the bathroom to shower and get ready for the day.
Standing beneath the warm stream of the shower, I allow the water to envelop me, but an unsettling sense of unease lingers deep within me. The bathroom becomes filled with steam, creating a misty atmosphere that surrounds me as I attempt to push aside the foreboding thoughts that creep into my mind.
Hastily getting dressed in my go-to attire, a cozy combination of a hoodie and jeans, I descend the stairs to the tantalizing aroma of blueberry and banana crepes wafting throughout the house. Taking a seat at the kitchen table, I pause for a moment before indulging in a bite, relishing the usual sweetness that brings me immense pleasure. However, today, even the taste of my beloved breakfast seems somehow off, leaving me with a sense of unease.
Mom watches me with concern etched on her face as I pick at my food. “Sweetheart, is everything alright? You've barely touched your breakfast,” she says softly, reaching out to touch my hand.
I force a smile, trying to hide my unease. “I'm just not that hungry, Mom. Maybe I'm more nervous about today than I thought,” I say, mustering up a small chuckle that sounds hollow even to my own ears.
Mom's brow furrows as she regards me, her eyes filled with maternal worry. “Is it because of your birthday party tonight? You know it's going to be amazing, right?” she says, trying to reassure me.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I push aside my half-eaten breakfast and stand up from the table. “I think I just need some fresh air, Mom. I'm going to go for a walk before school,” I say, forcing a smile despite the tightening grip of anxiety in my chest. Without waiting for her response, I grab my jacket before heading out the front door, the cool morning air hitting me like a welcome embrace.
As I stroll through the well-known streets of my community, everything appears to be ordinary — children eagerly waiting for the school bus, neighbors leisurely walking their dogs, and the constant hum of passing cars.
“Hello, Savage,” a voice whispers, sending chills down my spine. “I've been waiting for you.”Fear grips me as I take a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Who are you?” I choke out, my voice barely a whisper. The figure takes a step closer, the shadows seeming to swirl around them ominously.
“I am the harbinger of your destiny,” the voice replies cryptically, sending an icy shiver down my spine. “There are dark forces at play on this day of celebration, forces that seek to disrupt the balance of your world.”
I feel a wave of panic wash over me as I struggle to comprehend the stranger's words. “What do you mean? What forces?” I demand, my fear giving way to a newfound sense of determination.
The figure shifts, and for a moment, I catch a glimpse of piercing eyes gleaming in the darkness. “You possess powers beyond your wildest imagination, Savage,” the figure continues, their voice low and haunting. “Powers that have been dormant within you, waiting to be awakened.”
My head spins with confusion and disbelief. Powers? Me? It all feels like a surreal nightmare unfolding before my eyes. “I…don't understand,” I manage to stutter out, my mind reeling with a mix of fear and curiosity. The figure takes another step forward, their presence exuding a strange mix of danger and intrigue.
“You are not just an ordinary girl, Savage,” the figure intones, their voice resonating with an otherworldly quality. “You are the key to unlocking a great power that has been hidden within you since the beginning of time.”
I feel a surge of energy coursing through me, a tingling sensation that starts from my fingertips and spreads throughout my body. It's as if every nerve ending is awakening to some new awareness, some unseen potential waiting to be tapped into.
“But why me?” I whisper, feeling both small and insignificant in the face of this mysterious revelation. The figure's eyes seem to bore into mine, searching for something deep within.
“You are the chosen one, Savage,” they reply solemnly.
The moment the mysterious figure vanishes before my eyes, I am left in a state of utter astonishment, struggling to comprehend what just occurred. The air around me seems to hold a lingering trace of magic, as if the figure's disappearance has unlocked a hidden realm within our own. The world transforms before my very eyes, as if a veil has been lifted, revealing a vibrant tapestry of colors and a symphony of sounds that were previously concealed. It is an awe-inspiring experience that leaves me standing there, unable to find the words to articulate the profound impact it has had on me.
As I stand there, my mind racing to make sense of the inexplicable, I cast my gaze around, desperately seeking any semblance of an explanation. Yet, to my dismay, everything appears to be ordinary and unchanged. The world continues to function as it always has, oblivious to the extraordinary event that just unfolded. In an attempt to ground myself in reality, I resort to pinching myself, hoping for a jolt of pain that would confirm I am not trapped in a dream. However, the lack of any reaction only deepens the mystery, leaving me questioning the very fabric of my own perception.
The encounter with the enigmatic figure has left me in a state of profound introspection, as I grapple with the implications of this surreal experience. It feels as though a door to a parallel dimension has been opened, offering a glimpse into a reality that exists alongside our own. The world around me seems to pulsate with newfound vibrancy, as if the encounter has unlocked a hidden layer of existence. It is a moment that defies logic and challenges the boundaries of what, I thought, was possible, leaving me with a sense of wonder and an insatiable curiosity to explore the mysteries that lie beyond our everyday perception.
“Hey, Savage, are you ok?” I hear Clair ask as I turn around, and she is standing beside me, making me jump.
“I didn’t even hear you walk up to me.” I say to her, trying to get my pounding heart to calm down.
“You were kind of zoned out for the last five minutes or so,” Clair says while looking at me oddly.
“I swear there was someone here talking to me just a minute ago.” I say to Clair, while looking around.
“Weird,” Clair says, looking around before turning back to me and smiles. “Well, let's head to school and hopefully, you will feel better. By the way, Happy Birthday Bestie, I cannot wait for the party tonight.”
“Are we still getting ready at your house?” I ask her while we walk towards the school.
“Yes, I want to do your hair and make-up, so you look even hotter when you meet your mate for the first time. Or, at least, we hope you do.” Clair says while giggling.
Reaching the school, I pull my cellphone out and text mom, “Made it to school with Clair. Going to her house after school to get ready for the party.” Mom, “Sounds good, sweetheart. Hopefully, you feel better before then. Dad and I will meet you ladies there.” “Sounds good, mom! I love you, and thank you for breakfast. Sorry, I didn't eat more of it. I am just feeling off today.” I reply to her text before putting my phone in my pocket and walking into the building. Welcome to Obsidian High School, where only those in sports are important, or so cheerleaders and jocks think. As I approach my locker, I take a moment to inhale deeply, preparing myself for the day ahead. Retrieving the necessary books and supplies for my morning classes, I suddenly feel a wave of unease wash over me. Sensing their piercing gazes, I pause and take another calming breath. However, before I can even react, the notorious “slut squad” surrounds me, led by Wendy, who can't help but mockingly remar
As we finish preparing ourselves, the sun starts to dip below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the town. Making our way to the party venue, we find ourselves in a stunning garden illuminated by twinkling fairy lights and vibrant decorations. The sounds of laughter and music fill the air, creating a lively and festive atmosphere that is contagious.Clair and I step into the garden, feeling like characters from a fairytale in our sophisticated attire. Walking through the garden, we are met with warm greetings and compliments from friends and acquaintances, adding to the already jubilant ambiance of the evening.The night unfolds with energetic dancing, delectable cuisine, and an abundance of drinks circulating among the guests. The music reverberates through the air, encouraging everyone to join in the celebration and revel in the moment. Clair and I take to the dance floor, moving in harmony with the beat, sharing laughter and spins under the twinkling stars above.As the evening
Alpha ApolloBuzz Buzz Buzz… Buzz Buzz Buzz…“Hello,” I say in a rush as I am trying to get out of the house. I am already late for Savage’s birthday party.“Apollo, are you still at home?” Council elder Micha asks.“Yes, I am running behind.” I reply as I hear Micha sigh through the phone.“You might want to sit down for this call.” Micha suggests.“Why! What’s wrong!” I demand.“We just got a report of the Obsidian pack being attacked tonight,” Micha replies.“What! I just talked to Blane a couple of hours ago.” I exclaim as I collapse on the chair.“The council needs you and your pack to investigate and see if the report is true.” Micha exhales.“I understand,” I reply, my mind racing with worry about Savage and the rest of her pack. “We will leave immediately to assess the situation and offer any help we can.”After ending the call, I swiftly gather my fellow pack members, urgently informing them about the time-sensitive situation that has arisen. The news of the attack immediatel
Levi, Adrian, and Blake“Men, we need you to go to Obsidian pack lands and investigate the attack that happened there last night.” Council elder, Leroy, says.“Alpha Apollo and his pack went last night to find any survivors, and only one survived.” Leroy informs us. “We need you to search the entire area to find out who did this.”Levi, Adrian, and Blake exchange a look, their jaws clenched in determination. They knew the importance of this mission, not just for their pack, but for the safety of all supernatural beings in the region.“Understand,” Levi speaks firmly, his voice carrying the weight of responsibility. “We will leave immediately and begin our investigation.”The three of them isted no time, shifting into their Lycan forms as they set off towards the Obsidian pack lands. The air is heavy with the scent of blood and fire, leading them towards the heart of the devastation. As they arrive at the edge of the territory, they can see the destruction that has been wrought upon the
Savage “Savage, can you hear me, sweetheart?” I hear someone say beside me, causing me to cry out in pain as I turn my head. “Uncle Apollo?” I whimper out as tears pour down my face. “Yes, baby. It’s me.” He whispers as he gently wipes the tears from my face. “Mom… Dad…. OMG my pack… They are all dead!” I cry out as I cough while screaming from the jarring pain. “I know, baby girl. I am so sorry! Nurse!” I yell, my tears falling as well from the loss.“Yes, Alpha… OMG, she is awake. Doctor, come quickly.” I hear the nurse yell as she rushes into my room. “Good morning, Savage, it's so good to see you awake. Can you tell me how you are feeling?” Dr. Becca asks. “I feel like death!” I whimper while closing my eyes once more. “We will continue to provide you with pain medication until your pain is completely manageable. However, considering that your body is healing at a normal human pace, it may take a little longer than expected.” Dr. Becca reassures me as she carefully hangs a
SavageFinally, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I set my mug down on the nightstand and turn to Lily, studying her expression carefully. “Lily, is everything alright? You seem…… different somehow,” I venture tentatively, not wanting to overstep but unable to ignore the subtle shift in her demeanor.Lily's gaze flickers up to meet mine, a mixture of emotions swirling in the depths of her eyes. She takes a deep breath, as if steeling herself for what she's about to say. “Savage, there's something I need to tell you,” she begins, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.My heart clenches at the serious tone in her voice, a sense of foreboding settling over me. “What is it, Lily? You can tell me anything,” I urge softly, reaching out to squeeze her hand in a gesture of support.Taking another steadying breath, Lily plunges into her revelation. “It's about your parents, Savage. There's something you need to know about your parents and the circumstances of their passing,” Lily say
Savage Waking up, I scream as sharp pain goes through my stomach as this insatiable thirst hits me for the taste of blood. Holding my stomach as the hunger intensifies, the nurse rushes in just as I look up, causing her to cry out and step away from me.“Savage honey. Your eyes. They are blood-red. Are you ok?” the nurse asks in a rush as I slowly stand up, whining in pain. Before I can even speak, Skyler runs into the room and stops. Just as I jump at the nurse and bite into her neck, gulping her blood like it's my last meal.“Savage stop! You will kill her, sweetheart.” Skyler yells as she tries to pull me away from the nurse. I ignore Skyler's pleas, consumed by the throbbing need for sustenance. My fangs elongate, and I tear into the nurse's flesh, savoring the metallic tang of her blood. Skyler's voice becomes distant as the euphoria of feeding takes hold.As I feed, the room seems to blur around me, and time stretches on in an endless loop of hunger and satiation. Suddenly, I
Savage When I wake up, the room is bathed in the soft glow of sunset, its rays filtering through the windows and casting dancing shadows on the walls. I stretch languidly, feeling more at ease than I did before. Auntie Skyler is sitting in a chair by the window, her eyes watching me with a mixture of concern and pride. Before she stands up and walks towards me, her expression softens as she sees the calm in my eyes.“Are you ready, sweetheart?” she asks, her voice gentle.I nod, still feeling the weight of everything that has happened today. I am a Tribrid, a being of three different supernatural lineages. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates me, filling me with a sense of wonder and apprehension about the powers I may possess.Uncle Apollo is waiting for us in the hallway, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. “Come, my dear,” he says, leading us towards a hidden door in the hallway. As he pushes it open, I am greeted with a sight that takes my breath away. Behind the door is a